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I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;In a softer bed then the soft white snow’s is,Under the roses, I hid my heart.Why would it sleep not?

Why should it start,When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?What made sleep flutter his wings and part?Only the song of a secret bird.Lie still, I said, for the wind’s wing closes,And mild leaves muffle the keen sun’s dart;Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art.Does a thought in thee still as a thorn’s wound smart?Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?What bids the lips of thy sleep disport?Only the song of a secret bird.The green land’s name that a charm encloses,It was never writ in the traveller’s chart,And sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is,It was never sold in the merchant’s mart.The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart,And sleep’s are the tunes in its tree-tops heard;No hound’s note wakens the wildwood hart,Only the song of a secret bird.EnvoyIn the world of dreams, I have chosen my part,To sleep for a season and hear no wordOf true love’s truth or light love’s art,Only the song of a secret bird.

a.k.a.: “Yes, Pain Comes! Do Not Worry About It – For IF There Is Too Much, THE GOOD LORD (L. O. L.) Will Make You Just Pass Out! Life Sucks, Doesn’t IT? Or, Maybe, It Is GLORIOUS BEYOND MEASURE – We Choose – To Live Or Die. Is There An Instruction Manual Around Here?”

a.k.a.: “IF I Am Sent To Hell, I Am Liable To Come Back With A Report, An Analysis And A Problem-Solution Recommendation! Dang Me! 🙂 “

a.k.a.: “A Love Letter To LOVE: [Dear Love, Please Just Shut Up And Be Mushy!]”

{from a dream:} A woman is running down the street! She’s in a dream – BUT – It’s NOT COMPLETE!

She’s carrying a baby in her arms, And the baby’s dying, with no alarms!

“Love triangle didn’t quite cover it. We were more of a pentagram. My best friend had told my fiance a secret. One that he wouldn’t share with me. Until I threatened to dump him.” by https://link.medium.com/h7y9uFCiyT

Something for all of us to think about on Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day or any day for that matter especially if we are not in the best of “spirits”.

A Doctor Speaks

When you take a little time to get to know someone in passing, you learn that everyone has a story to tell–

I am a doctor specializing in Emergency Medicine in the Emergency Departments of the only two military Level One trauma centers. They are both in San Antonio, TX, and they care for civilian emergencies as well as military personnel. San Antonio has the largest military retiree population in the world living here because of the location of these two large military medical centers. As a military doctor in training for my specialty, I work long hours and the pay is less than glamorous.

One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay, only more work.

Most often, it is a victim from a motor vehicle crash. Often it is a person of dubious character who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it is often a nursing home patient.

Even with my enlisted service and minimal combat experience in Panama, prior to medical school, I have caught myself groaning when the ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to think of what citizens of this age group represented.

I saw “Saving Private Ryan.” I was touched deeply. Not so much by the carnage in the first 30 minutes, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking his wife if he’d been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict are priceless.

Situation permitting, I now try to ask my patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject without the inquiry. Ihave been privileged to an amazing array of experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept. encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission to the hospital.

There was a frail, elderly woman who reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm. She remained calm and poised,despite her illness and the multiple needle-sticks into her fragile veins.

She was what we call a “hard stick.” As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply said “Auschwitz.” Many of later generations would have loudly and openly berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response from this person who’d seen unspeakable suffering.

Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific Island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, his head cut in a fall at home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet.

He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we told him that he could not as he’d done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn’t end for several hours, and I couldn’t drive him myself.

I was there the night MSgt. Roy Benavidez came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn’t know I was there. I’d read his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He died a few days later.

The gentleman who served with Merrill’s Marauders, the survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of Omaha Beach, the 101 year old World War I veteran, the former POW held in frozen North Korea, the former Special Forces medic – now with non-operable liver cancer, the former Viet Nam Corps Commander. I remember these citizens.

I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women. I am angered at the cut backs, implemented and proposed, that will continue to decay their meager retirement benefits.

I see the President and Congress who would turn their back on these individuals who’ve sacrificed so much to protect our liberty. I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these same liberties, won with such sacrifice.

It has become my personal endeavor to make the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when I encounter them in ourEmergency Dept. Their response to these particular citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next generation.

My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing. Ouruncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note. We should all remember that we must “Earn this.”

The-Lord-is-willing – to-take-you – only-about-as-far as-you-might-be willin’-to-go!!So, IF YOU JUST WANNA PRACTICE or rehearse, The-Lord-will-(just)-let-you-know,That EASY WARM UP HITTING – IS GOOD TO GET “RIGHT READY.”For-a-game-or-a-set-or-even-a-match – to-keep-your-life-REALLY-steady!!“But-y’know, We-all-need-to -play FOR REAL – once-in-a-while,” says HE;Jesus will not push your resistance – MUCH! He’ll wait and see,IF! you are ready – to play with HIM – and do THE REAL WORK,OR-just-make-silly-excuses-for-not-playing-the-game! He’ll be NO JERK,To force you to do – SERVICE-for-REAL; Good Jesus will avoid,“Real-playing,” until-you’re-“ready!” He don’t want you annoyed,Or making lame excuses, ’cause you’re not focused on,Being-more-than-an-“easy-hitter:” What The World might call “a pawn!”FOR THE WORLD WANTS YOU – JUST WARMING UP,To: NEVER-play-a-real-game,And! Until you’re REALLY-READY, to-Jesus, it’s “all the same!” 🙂 -Yeah!

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For many years of my life I felt I was a failure, not that I did not have fun at times and good parents but life seem to be to hard for me and because of this I struggled I would put myself down if things went wrong thinking it was my fault. I nearly lost my first life by suicide but God shone his light upon me in the last second and I changed my life. I then worked for god in many ways not always seen as christian but happy for I felt I had helped many people. Then I felt I was dying and God told me I was but asked me to be his messenger if I wished, which I accepted, I died about two weeks later and came back to life in hospital for Jesus was there. Now as his messenger I take no credit for what I do be it wonderful most times. I now see it is Jesus who blesses me in others eyes. The lessens he has shown me that I am his loving child and I live it to the best I am able and life in the main is wonderful . How others treat me will be there joy or curse depending if they can accept being Gods child and be twice born. Amen. Love you all through the spirit of life and love, peace and joy. so be it.

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